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they thought they might get a very wide and perhaps a very beautiful view of the lakes below.

For some time Sarnac jay quite still in his sleep and then he began to twitch and stir. Sunray bent down attentively with her warm face close to his, He was quiet again for a time and then he moved and muttered, but she could not distinguish any words. Then he rolled away from her and threw his arms about and said, “I can’t stand it. I can’t endure it. Nothing can alter it now. You're unclean and spoilt.” She took him gently and drew him into a comfortable attitude again, just as a nurse might do. “Dear,” he whispered, and in his sleep reached out for her hand... .

When the others came back he had just awakened.

He was sitting up with a sleepy expression and Sunray was kneeling beside him with her hand on his shoulder. “Wake up!” she said.

He looked at her as if he did not know her and then with puzzled eyes at Radiant. “Then there is another life!” he said at last.

“Sarnac!” cried Sunray, shaking him. “Don’t you know me?”

He passed a hand over his face. “Yes,” he said slowly. “Your name is Sunray. I seem to remember. Sunray.... Not Hetty— No. Though you are very like Hetty. Queer! And mine— mine is Sarnac.

“Of course! I am Sarnac.” He laughed at Willow. “But I thought I was Harry Mortimer Smith,” he said. “I did indeed. A moment ago I